If it's possible for a heart to cave in, I think mine will very soon.

Confession: I hate everybody who isn't family. If your name isn't the same as mine, I hate you.

I have discovered that I am scared of most doctors and all dentists. I almost fainted yesterday because of having more than a few blood tests and not enough blood. I had not felt that bad in that way since december. That was a version of hell I don't want to go through again for awhile. I just wish ...

Confession: I'm always afraid she's going to realize i'm not that great.

Confessions: Sometimes I want to throw myself under a train. Not to be run over or anything, but to lay under the train in the area between the train and the tracks while it goes over. Or maybe to roll under the train and roll back out, timing it so I go in the gaps between the wheels. I'd never try...

Confession: I have a choice between three outcomes and I may have already lost one of them. It honestly scares me to know that IFF things don't change for the better, well I might fail to thrive and not live. I really want to live.

I've been crying over home improvement shows and over commercials.

I kind of like myself this way.

I never thought he'd hurt me like this. I never thought he'd betray me like this. I was naive to think that love would prevent him from doing these things that hurt so bad. Naive enough to think he respected me as much as I deserve. I couldn't even sleep in the same bed as him last night.

I feel really dirty.
Not only because of what I've done, which is shameful at best
But for once in my life I feel that I need to get tested...

For once in my life I don't know what to say to someone's mom. She sent me a message saying that she did not judge me and that she still has a high opinion of me. What? As if I could change what has happened or else move on to other things. I need a drink or a vacation or a life. All of the above wo...

I just discovered that I have a friend who has pornographic pictures of herself in public pictures on her livejournal, and I am beyond horrified in so many ways. 1) She is not attractive enough that I can understand anyone wanting to look at it. 2) I don't understand why she would want anyone to see...

I wish my ex talked like whoever else uses this name...

Dear Bob, I hate myself. I'm so damn needy, and I'm scared that part of the reason I'm so needy is because I let myself be. I'm so needy, and I'm so angry at him for hurting me. And I'm angry at myself for needing comforting, and I'm angry at him for not answering his phone, and I just want to run a...

I'm tired. I'm tired inside and I want the world to stop so I can get off. I'm sick at heart from pain I see but can't heal. I'm mad, I'm mad at myself for things I feel like I could or should have done, and I feel guilty even though I know I have an over-developed sense of guilt. And the fact that ...

He didn't kiss me tonight.

That's good.

It also makes me almost unbearably sad.

I think the way those two go back and forth at eachother is disgusting.

Confession: The only thing even close to going "right" in my life is my job. And even that I'm on the verge of telling my boss to f*** himself and go hunting for a new one. If I didn't just spend $700 I shouldn't have...if I didn't have such high bills and little credit left....I'd do it.

Sometimes I feel so guilty that for the most part I'm just pretty happy with my life when everyone around me is in a constant state of misery that I pretend I am too.

i'm starting to understand what drives people to be stalkers....i want to know where she is...what she's doing...who she's with....

i feel that urge.

i never would, but i now understand that urge.

I google for his obituary every few months.

Just to see if I'm free from the fear at the back of my mind.

So far, no luck.

Confession: I've never used this name before, but I'm seriously contemplating using it for a serious confession after Josh started complaining.

Confession: There's more than one person using this s/n. I am only one of them.

Confession: The simplest of tasks, such as eating and drinking, have become increasingly difficult for me. I find no satisfaction, no desire, to complete them.

I'm glad pweb 2.0 crashed. if it didn't I'd be combing the archives right now making myself depressed at what has been lost.

Confession: A lot more people care about me when I'm anonymous username posting on an anonymous forum on the anonymous internet than any other time in my life.

Confession: I like the anonymity; it means if confronted I can deny everything.

part of me wants to pull her into me just so she'll be close when i kill myself.

i'm going to buy diet pills now.

I'm sad that it's over. I'll miss it more than I should.

you mean, like this?

I have a confession.

Edit: Removed NWS link.

Confession: I thought about stealing the account. It was quite tempting and I even created a throw-away email address just for the occasion. But in the end I decided against it. Who knows, maybe this thing will be put to good use. Although it does go against the intended purpose of the thread if the...

I forgot to say that anyone is welcome to use the account.

Some days I don't like myself very much.